KauteaMature

I choose the grey shade of agony--
Write names on the window pane
To tack them on sky; maybe to fly
Through its foam to you, my home.

But I can't twist weather vanes
And bring resist upon the rains
That dance upon your walks.

I could want you, I could want you for always.
But misconstrued is the need for commonplace:
Mutual truths, not simply my and your own ways.
I want of a child, but unreconciled
Are your strays, past calm and safe:
Your ways.

So, Kautea,
Hang me up to dry out in the cold.

I could stitch up a cloak of bullshit;
Plainly lie, say we were able to fly.
But to fake is two lifetimes to waste:
Fakes burn if you have not learned.

But yet it quarters me so to say
And to consort you these pains
That gambol upon my walks.

I could want you, I could want you for always.
But misconstrued is the need for commonplace:
Mutual truths, not simply my and your own ways.
I want of a child, but unreconciled
Are your strays, past calm and safe:
Your ways.

So, Kautea,
Hang me up to dry out in the cold.

Some of us live while those of us die;
Live these days and let us die, child.

So, Kautea,
Hang me up to dry out in the cold.

So, Kautea,
Hang me up to dry out in the cold.

The End

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